"You have left Chang'an City, will the imperial court still retain your position? The Shenpei Guild will not replace your official! ”

Dong Zhongshu once overturned, and then overturned again and again, and the situation was so bumpy that Zhang Xuezhou sighed.

If Dong Zhongshu belonged to someone who would rather bend than bend, he would not wait for Shen Peigong to fight the Fa, but he was afraid that he would almost die a year ago.

The character of being able to bend and stretch has also made Dong Zhongshu survive until now.

Seeing that the other party was about to stay away from Chang'an City, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but sigh a little.

"My doctor's position is a fictitious position, and Shen Peigong can't look down on it" Dong Zhongshu said: "He is a person who wants to do things, and he should ask His Majesty for a position of real power." ”

"Prime Minister?"

"Your Majesty can't give it!"

"Doctor Goshi?"

"It's okay to let him be in this kind of position, I'm afraid that all the civil and military officials of the court will be reinvented by him and then replaced!"

"Too often?"

"It's possible, he may be awarded the title of Jiuqing, but if His Majesty's city is a little deeper, maybe it will be under Jiuqing!"

"Why Jiuqing?"

"If you seal the official to the head at one time, what will Shen Pei seal after his great achievements?"

Dong Zhongshu shook his head, and when he saw the extremely upright old man at the city gate, he quickly stopped talking, and then patted Zhang Xuezhou on the shoulder, signaling Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding to carry him over.

"Brother Gongsun!"

There were still more than two meters away, and Dong Zhongshu had already bowed.

"Zhong Shu, alas!"

Dong Zhongshu is an extremely polite person, and it is not difficult to imagine that Dong Zhongshu can sit on a rattan chair and salute.

"Shen Pei was too ruthless," the old man said.

"No, it's my own problem," Dong Zhongshu shook his head and said.

"You've always excused others like that," the old man sighed.

"Brother Gongsun's words have tormented me, this is indeed my own problem!"

Dong Zhongshu explained again and again, and only when he introduced Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding to the old man did the old man stop sighing.

"Gongsun Hong, the elder of our Confucian school, is also an evergreen tree of the imperial court!"

"Dongfang Shuo, the future Confucian!"

"Rong Tianding, talent can be seen!"

Dong Zhongshu's introduction was extremely brief, but he made everyone clear.

At least Gongsun Hong did not treat them as subordinates, but bowed down, which also made Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding drop off the rattan chair and salute together.

"Zhong Shu, where are you going when you leave Chang'an City?"

Dong Zhongshu recommended Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding, obviously hoping that Gongsun Hong would take care of the two of them when he had the opportunity.

When Gongsun Hong should go down, he couldn't help but be concerned about where Dong Zhongshu went and when he could return to Chang'an.

"Maybe go back to Guangchuan, maybe go to Huainan, or go to Liangdi to walk around!"

Dong Zhongshu's itinerary is not a secret to Zhang Xuezhou and others, and if he wants to find out the books to watch in the secret pavilion, Dong Zhongshu needs to use the Wenying Pavilion of the Huainan Palace, and there are many monks who are good at the law in the Liang Garden, which can also form a positive and beneficial discussion, which is convenient for mutual exchange.

But if Dong Zhongshu was the first place to settle in Chang'an City, it was the slum area outside Chang'an City.

The first is that Dong Zhongshu needs Zhang Xuezhou to recite the ancient texts he has obtained for transcription, and the second is that Dong Zhongshu wants to find the place where Zhang Xuezhou mentioned to remove bad luck.

There is no difference with Zhang Xuezhou's mentality after suffering bad luck again and again, he does not seek monstrous luck, but only seeks peace and security, and strives to survive this catastrophe.

When people are lucky, they believe that everything is the result of their own efforts, but when they are desperate, they will pray for the blessing of fate.

Dong Zhongshu's thinking has changed very much in recent years, and he is even better than Zhang Xuezhou.

The group chatted in a low voice at the city gate, and waited until the city gate guards politely came to invite people, and Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding carried Dong Zhongshu out of the city gate.

The only well-informed and generous person who came to send Dong Zhongshu was Gongsun Hong, and some Confucian scholars stood in the distance, wanting to say goodbye to Dong Zhongshu but were afraid of being excluded by other Confucian scholars.

It was clear to those who came that Dong Zhongshu had lost the battle for Confucianism.

Dong Zhongshu, who lost, is still a great Confucian, but many Confucian students are in Chang'an City in order to make a steady progress, and it is not difficult to make a choice accordingly.

Those who have already been mixed into the imperial court are just half-officials, such as they can only be promoted by Shen Peigong after gaining power, so that they can become officials and make profits.

If it is mentioned, they still have Dong Zhongshu in their hearts, but they are afraid that Shen Peigong will not use them if he lacks manpower.

The lively Dong Mansion in the past has finally declined, and the people who go to tea and cool are undoubtedly revealed.

But Dong Zhongshu's mentality is still very good.

"I used to lecture with a curtain, and many people didn't even recognize my face, and it was normal that there were not many people when I said goodbye!"

"That's too little, you've got a sixty-year-old man from thousands of students!"

"Maybe they don't know?"

"I think Shen Peigong's mouth should be widely publicized in Confucianism, everyone's news is passed on, it's impossible not to know your situation!"

"It's just a farewell, we don't rejoice because of foreign things, and we shouldn't be sad about foreign things!"

Dong Zhongshu shook his head and signaled that he didn't mind this kind of thing.

He won't say anything more because these people don't come to say goodbye, and he won't have anything less because these people didn't come to say goodbye.

He is just Dong Zhongshu, he is only himself, and these external emotions can't affect him.

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou's small appearance, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help but teach Zhang Xuezhou a few words, so that Zhang Xuezhou could live his own life and not care about other people's opinions.

"Don't like it because of foreign things? Do you still want to look for that bad thing? ”

But Dong Zhongshu's indifferent mentality was soon broken by Zhang Xuezhou.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Dong Zhongshu only felt that Zhang Xuezhou was either a barricade, or this guy's life restrained him, so that he repeatedly had to borrow the other party's strength.

"We always have some friends and confidants in our lives, and there are also some important things related to our lives, and this kind of joy and sorrow still exists," Dong Zhongshu explained again: "But we don't need to care about the infestation of those irrelevant people!" ”

added the premise and definition again, Dong Zhongshu felt that the words should be more satisfactory, and it also saved the problem of finding faults.

"Master is only so happy when he is with his cousin, and he is a stuffy gourd with me, and he can't say two words for a long time," Rong Tianding interjected in the rear.

"I think you are the kind of irrelevant person that the master said," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It makes me a little sad to say that!"

"Alas!"

The goods that find fault can find stubble no matter what, Dong Zhongshu sighed, and finally gave up reasoning with people like Zhang Xuezhou.

He had to take refuge with the excuse of 'I'm tired, lie down first', lest this guy talk more and more.

But when he closed his eyes and recuperated, Dong Zhongshu did have a little more vitality and less grievances in his heart.

"Confucianism Yongchang!"

He whispered.

Remembering that he stepped on the golden dragon when he recited the Tomb Sutra, Dong Zhongshu did not know whether the Tomb Sutra had begun to realize his wish, and whether Shen Peigong could take this opportunity to realize the revitalization of Confucianism in the Han Dynasty.

Obviously, Dong Zhongshu did not add a specific subject when he realized his wish, and his request was too lacking to determine whether his wish could be realized.

And he also had a question in his heart, if he could achieve the glory of Confucianism with the help of the Tomb Sutra, why did the Huang Lao School, which founded the Tomb Sutra, not achieve eternal glory.